Mama Chola

(albüm: Nail In The Coffin - 2019)

Yes, I rock and roll-a
Pop just like a Coca Cola
And I'm sweet like Mama Chola
Crossing me, I fuck your soul up
High as fuck and that's my moda
Got this doll as my controller
Cow tongue, I Topa Boca
This my craft and yes, I hone it, uh

Now watch closely this time

I know you talking shit and didn't think that I would hear it
Bitch, I know everything and worse coming straight from the mirror
You think it's voodoo, haters, you just smell like doo-doo
Please explain to me what your crew do
Every time we come, we move straight to you, uh
This ain't mentality, we talking physicality
Your whole persona's fallacies and you just looking phallic-y
You can't sit with us, you mad, that's causality
Hating on something doesn't make a personality

Don't fuck with my energy (Nah, nigga)
That don't make you the enemy (I pull the trigger)
But you dress like a friend of me (Fake ass)
That's what my third eye said to me
I make you squiggle like a centipede
And see shit that you can't believe
Under my spell, there's no remedy
Can it be true?
All you fake witches ain't see shit
Take my culture and you leech it
Which means that you'll never be shit
Put the bar so high, you can't reach it, uh

Yes, I rock and roll-a
Pop just like a Coca Cola
And I'm sweet like Mama Chola
Crossing me, I fuck your soul up
High as fuck and that's my moda
Got this doll as my controller
Cow tongue, I Topa Boca
This my craft and yes, I hone it, uh

Talking straight to my Congos
While they banging on them bongos
Claim to be about that life
My spirit guide said it's all just talk, though
One thing I learned
More money sweeter than cereal
My energy's imperial
And yours stays remedial
Y-y-you can get rocked like that Pokémon game, Brock
I'm that nigga that'll pistol-whip you with the same Glock
That fired shots at me, you bitches are so weak
Even blindfolded, I would knock you to your knees, uh

I'm that bitch, thought I told you once
Make 'em sad twice
I be that bitch, eat that twat with ice
That's that shit I like
Pussy pie, make 'em buy a slice
They gon' pay that price
For the night or it's by the verse
Slay this beat in a hearse
Now, what's next? I can't help but flex
Bitch, you know I'm the best
Make 'em sweat, then he run that check
Ho, come off that neck
Mama Chola, all I need Medulla
Count that cash with rulers
School tea, they calling me they tutor
See the tweets? Ignore the losers
Fuck you thought?

This my craft and yes, I hone it, uh
Cow tongue, I Topa Boca
Got this doll as my controller
High as fuck and that's my moda
Crossing me, I fuck your soul up
And I'm sweet like Mama Chola
Pop just like a Coca Cola
Yes, I rock and roll-a, uh

Yes, I rock and roll-a
Pop just like a Coca Cola
And I'm sweet like Mama Chola
Crossing me, I fuck your soul up
High as fuck and that's my moda
Got this doll as my controller
Cow tongue, I Topa Boca
This my craft and yes, I hone it, uh

Rock and roll-a
Coca Cola
Mama Chola
I fuck your soul up
That's my moda
My controller
Topa Boca
Yes, I hone it, uh